Harold is very loved and missed by Monyka and Brandon.  He loved to sleep in the sun.

Duffy is loved and missed by every heart she touched.

My heart aches right now.

I lifted the cage cover and found my 'Jay Bird' on the bottom of her cage this morning. To those who don't know, she was my Dad's Cockatiel, and the best part of my 'inheritance' when he passed away. She was a gift to him from one of his grandsons, and she was truly a beloved pet to him. Part of his concern in his last days was her well-being after he was gone.

(Post to Facebook, March 19, 2013)

She didn't have much of a song.  

She didn't play fetch or rollover.

She didn't understand the bird toys I bought. I think they scared her.

She didn't purr on my lap or stand at the door wanting to go outside.

She sat on the perch till I open the cage.

She would sit on the 'Front Porch' we made for her.

She knew what was the good food and what was the pellets.

She knew that my foot resting on the coffee table was an invitation for her to climb my leg.

She would preen every last feather until it was perfect, then she would start over again.

She announced my arrival home as I walked up the walkway.

She was an inheritance since no one else wanted to take care of 'a bird'.

At first she was loud, but after I worked with her she learned to be quieter.

She never bit me, but she acted like she would.

I would point my finger and she would nuzzle it with her cheek.

She was Jay Bird.

Fly free Captain Baby Jay Morgan.

Ginger AKA “Girlfriend” was the sweetest girl ever!

 She loved going for car rides. Every so often, for a special treat we would go to drive thru’s, and get her plain hamburgers or puppy cones (vanilla was her favorite).

Ginger loved her Aunt Janet… whenever I told her “Aunt Janet” was coming over her ears would perk up. She was so excited to see her!

Ginger was Daddy’s girl!

She was a good sister to Cody-Bear, they were the best of buds!

Special thanks to Grand-maw and Grand-paw who took very good care of her. “You two rock!”

You were the best friend and companion we could ever ask for. Your spirit lives on “You Go Girl”

Ginger you definitely put a paw print on all our hearts!

We miss you!

Love,

 Mom, Dad and Cody-Bear

T-Bone was loved and will be missed by Lauri, Rod and every heart he touched.

"Lucky will always be remembered as a strong and loyal companion. He will be missed."

Here's our Sammy. She was sixteen when she passed. Sammy never gave up suckling, and she would climb up on your chest, create a fold in your shirt, and suck on it until you had a giant wet spot. She was a friendly, sweet natured kitty, but wanted to be queen of the pets in the house. She has three parents - myself, Mike, and Cory. She was also a sister to Connor.

Kohaku, my Golden Retriever, was just like her breed's name, the golden light of my life -- gentle, affectionate, and happy.

Those who knew her since she was with me, and saw me spoil her rotten, would be surprised to learn of her history. 8 years ago, someone dumped her, at estimated age of 3, to the public high kill shelter in Japan, and the person from the rescue who went to see her came back crying, because of the horrendous status of her. We don't know who dumped her, but we think she was a breeding stock in a pet mill. Popularity of Golden was receding with the rising fad for smaller dogs at the time, and there were other similar Goldens that were thrown away. Kohaku was starved, extremely dirty, and had broken ribs and skulls that was untreated and healed naturally. She was extremely scared of everything, people, cars, noise, other dogs. The rescue thought she was a lost cause due to severe trauma, but one wonderful woman did not give up, and took upon herself to foster her. Thanks to her she came to my life.

Initially, she was still scared of many things, like men, cars, busy roads, and other dogs. We went under several trainings, and initially there were many challenges. But her inherent nature to please humans and her intelligence helped her overcome these things, and through the quiet life with me, and those who met her often, our pet sitters, house keepers, trainers, as well as my friends and families were very nice and loved her. Kohaku became a happy dog who loves to walk, play with tennis ball, chase birds, and just hang around with me.

Since we came to Seattle, we had more fun with so many parks, trails, lakes, rivers to go. She was happy, I was happy. Seattle is a very dog-friendly place, and many strangers would come up to me and tell me that my pup is so gorgeous. I was bursting with pride at such times, while Kohaku was just happily wagging her tail.

Kohaku's resilience taught me to live in the present, she did not care about the past, or worry about the future. Her happiness was to play with me, snuggle, and have a nice afternoon nap.

She was the only constant in my 7 years and I feel that I lost part of my life. She was a special soul. Right now, I miss her dearly, and always will. When the end comes for me, I hope I see you again, Kohaku. I picture you running over to me with that big smile and wagging tails. I look forward to that day.

Rest in peace, Kohaku

Ogre will be missed by every heart he touched.